“Tommy, son, I want to talk to you.— Yes, ma? Tom asked carelessly. I wish I could finish my business and go home to Lou. It's good for this asshole - he threw off all the work on them, and he hangs out with Kitty! Well, nothing ... Tom has a surprise for his beloved, from which she will be delighted.— Tom, take your eyes off the screen for a second.- Yes, yes ... already. I'm listening mom.Claire looked at her son intently and asked:“Your brother is dating that Kit again?”“Yes, Mom, you know.- AND?“And they are doing well (and we are doing well with her).- Dont you want to say me something?- What are you talking about?- What's going on with you? Louie's parting with This Kit (ma so pointedly emphasizes the word "this") surprisingly coincided with a sharp cooling in your relationship. You left the house, if he came, you could not see him! Then you reconciled, thank God, and again this amazingly coincided with the return of Kit. It is worth it to come and you do not spend th

HE wanted her right away, from the first second, as soon as he saw her crying, there, on the stairs. This skinny, tattooed bastard spun around her like a stung, trying to persuade her not to cry, to return to the apartment. He looked at him like that when HE was passing by... The same star... I wonder why this rocker brought her so much? She didn’t seem weak to HIM… even from crying, energy came from her in waves, HE immediately felt it… Well, that’s all the more interesting, isn’t it? Who needs these cowardly, snotty chickens, afraid of their own shadow?HE heard it before... their bedroom through the wall from his living room. Hot stuff… groovy. HE doubted very much that this big-eyed bastard was so good in bed. She just loves to fuck, it's obvious! HE liked to hear her do it. It's Dear Charlie that modestly plugs her ears or turns up the sound of the TV to drown out her moans. Although HE knows what kind of thoughts Charlie himself has ... let him not pizdit - foul thoughts, what i

Well, how? she asks, still breathing heavily. She is taller than usual in heels and looks him straight in the eye. There is so much in this look in the semi-darkness of the club ... or does it seem to Tom ... or do you want it to be so? He is embarrassed. I want to say so much… He would have hugged her, but her brother is nearby, holding her hand. That's stuck ... If only for a second rolled off! — Cool, Keith… Very cool! There are no words - all that is enough for him. But sincerely, there can be no doubt. - Thanks! Wow, I was so worried! - Truth? It was not noticeable. I tried not to show. Lou presses his lips to her cheek. Lightning on the side - camera flash. A fresh photo, food for the fans... Tom now also has his own photos of her singing. Then her brother whispers something in her ear. Kitty laughs, turns her head, kisses his lips. Louis closes his eyes as he answers. Eh, damn... Then some girl grabs Tom by the hand, pretty, however, and asks: - Can I take a picture with

Good morning, whore."There have been better mornings... Harry."He entered without knocking. Like a brother like two drops of water. Twins. What an irony... And then the brothers. But she immediately understood, felt that this was a completely different person. He moved, spoke, held himself fundamentally differently than yesterday's fat man. Even the voice was rougher and lower. And he was dressed differently - in a military jacket and jeans with high dock boots. And the look ... hard, cold, tenacious. The look of a deadly creature.Bring a chair. He placed it, turned back to front, in the middle of the room. He saddled up (the chair already groaned under such a carcass) and began to look at his captive, as a freshly acquired, long-desired thing.Kit sat on the bed, her back straight, trying to remain icy calm. Fear bubbled up inside like a uranium reaction, releasing adrenaline, energy, god knows what else... If he touched her with his finger, just move a millimeter closer - she wou

Went, damn it, Louis for cigarettes ... He returned with a swollen cheekbone and the same fists. Tom looked, didn't even ask for details. And so everything is clear. They are on such a platoon that they are ready to explode from any wrong word.- Feel better?The brother shook his head.Did you buy a cigarette?Lou tossed several packs onto the table one after the other. Tom brought him a cold wet towel. He's even glad that Lou played off some steam. He tries too hard to control himself. He turned on the "big brother" mode and takes care of him like a little one. And what is it like for yourself? And Tom can’t be patronized ... he should be punched in the face at least for allowing a filthy pervert to steal Kitty like some kind of thing ...He dreamed about her last night ... walking as if nothing had happened through their kitchen in her brother's long T-shirt, barefoot, beautiful to the point of pain in her heart, and the bells on her ankle rattled habitually and invitingly. Tom was